Name: You might know me as Kiku (from WC) or very recently Feliciano (from another forum) or better from my MSN as Rena
Age: 21
Character: Japan
Name: Kiku Honda/Honda Kiku
Country: Nippon/Nihon-koku/State of Japan
Description: Standing at about 5'4", Kiku is a slender, effeminate male with light skin and raven-black hair. Though his skin appears almost Western in its paleness, the soft gold in it brings out the darkness of his hair and eyes. Although he is actually over 2,000 years old, he looks as if he has not aged beyond twenty years. His brown eyes are dull, said by some to be souless, though behind them lies an intelligent man who can sense the mood and speak when appropriate. Though he rarely smiles (unless it is a polite one), many things make him happy. He is simply good at hiding his emotions, that is, until something unexpected happens. He rarely becomes angry or flustered, though it is said that the type of anger he expresses would be quite scary, considering how quiet and reserved he normally is. He is conscious of his cleanliness and appearance, and although he has long since left behind his days of being a hikikomori, he still finds some of the more Western traditions hard to get used to.
Personality: (I'm lazy...I did copy this from an old app of mine for the same character, but I'd be happy to write up a new one if this isn't acceptable ^^')
I am very preased to meet you all. I enjoy quietly observing others and speaking only when I sense the mood is right (Suisu-san tells me that I should form my own opinions). Although I do not say very much, my home has attracted the attention of the Western world. I love learning new things and about other cultures, but Western culture confuses me. I used to be very lonely, but now I have many friends. I am not sure if I can keep up with everyone, but I will do my best! Prease allow me to give you a very short history lesson on my home.
In my more traditional eras, I used to interact with many spirits that roamed my lands. I do not see these spirits anymore, but the kamis of nature still exist. After a long time alone in my home, America and other Western countries came and asked me to be their friends. Today, I enjoy drawing and technology, and America and others visit my home and ask me to do things for them. Prease do not tell anyone, but I enjoy drawing, reading, and producing mangas. I also am fond of cute things, and I prefer staying at home. I am good friends with Girisu-san, and...I am sorry, but I am not sure what else you would like to know about me.
Prease excuse me, but I must go and begin cooking.
RP SAMPLE: (this was from a vamps AU RP actually XD)
'Breathe...
Focus...
Clear your mind...
Let go of your emotions...'
The mantra of self-discipline hummed softly through Kiku's mind as he closed his eyes. The night wind ruffled his short black hair, sending soft shivers through him. He ignored them, focusing instead on calming his semi-permanent electrified nerves in order to focus on the task in front of him. He had journeyed some distance away from the Chapel and town, hiding himself aawy among the trees in the hopes that he could train in peace. He decided to try to avoid the vampires in town, already having made 'friends' with one by pinning the rather innocent vampire to a tree in the middle of town. Vash wasn't really bad, and Kiku wasn't really angry at him...he simply needed help and had no other way of asking. At least he had had the good sense not to take it out on another human being, though that was hardly an excuse considering the kindness that Vash was now doing for him.
'Focus...
Clear your mind...'
Kiku took another breath, clenching his hand into a fist as he cursed his shaking frame. This training...this separation of his mind and emotions from the turmoil his disease caused him...was imperative. If he could not learn to settle his nerves, he might unintentionally hurt someone who wasn't able to regenerate...or worse, who wouldn't be so kind as to agree to help him. He needed to expel the excess energies that seemed impossibly infinite, and training seemed his best and safest option. He exhaled, sensing his breath spiraling heavenward as he clenched and unclenched his fist, commanding his muscles to relax and prepare for the training ahead. Unconsciously, he mouthed along with his mental mantra, as if willing the words to ash over him and create a sphere of peace in which he could finally begin his training.
Once he felt his fingers cooperating, Kiku reached into his belt. From one of the many leather pouches he drew forth a series of wires, each strung with a thin but incredibly strong blade. The eight blades cahgt the little moonlight in the sky before Kiku shifted them closer to his face to examine them. The steel was colored black, edges sharpened and shaped like miniature arrowhead swords, the wire running through pin-sized holes and secured through a series of complicated knots. They were an invention of his, modified weaponry from warriors from his father's home. The wires made them incredibly difficult to control, though with his heightened senses and lithe mastery of fighting, Kiku not only wielded them powerfully, but also with agile grace and something more that made it impossible for him to be imitated. He positioned them between his fingers and gripped the wire, the blades extending above the folded digits while the wire remained invisible.
Taking another set of shaky deep breaths, Kiku opened his eyes and, with a sharp flick of his right arm, released the knives toward the nearest tree. Suddenly, he yanked the wire, letting the blades briefly kiss the blackened bark before they flew sideways, embedding themselves into the tree just behind him. Still gripping the wire, he spun, lifting his right arm to duck under the wires as he gained momentum before releasing the knives from his left hand, burying them deeply in the tree he previously had left unscathed. If anyone had been watching, they would have glimpsed the moonlight off of the steel before hearing the dull thuds of knives burying themselves deeply in wood. If the observer wasn't keen of sight, they wouldn't even notice the wires...which was the point of them in the first place.
'Focus...
Breathe....'
Just a note to the admins...the name section has a character limit. I tried to follow the country/human name rule and as you can see, it kind of failed, so I put it in brackets below. Also, again, if any of this isn't good enough because you don't like that it's copied from another place where I am the Japan, I'd be happy to write it up again all fresh and sparkly. I'm just a little overdue for bed right now XD
